Secret Confession: This page has been done since I did the first Nick page, sitting here without comments. I had too many Nick pics I wanted to put on that front page, so I took a bunch off and dumped them in here with some others, and voila, I had a second page right away. But do you see how I restrained my Nick-ay luuurve long enough to put up the pages for everyone else? That's because I am a Responsible Adult Person who can Wait. Yes. That's it.

But but but, now I can post them. Whoo! This is, I think, mostly young!Nick. Or possibly winsome!Nick. Bitchy!Nick? WeirdAss!Nick? Talk amongst yourselves...

There was something terribly porny about Nick as a young man. And I know I should feel bad about that. And sometimes I do.

This, however, is not one of those times. He was a very pretty young man.

And then there's Bitch-ay Nick-ay, with that wicked twist to his mouth. This is Draco, up close and personal.

Aw jeez, Nick, contemplative. Nick in glasses. Contemplative Nick in glasses. There's very little more I can ask out of life.

So you might have noticed I liked this shoot. A lot. It's just so crisp and colorful and shiny. And weird. It's pretty weird.

And Nick! All winsome and vaguely bored. It's a good look, Carter. Keep up the good work!

Oh, he's a JC Penney catalog model! He is American Youth. Only better. He's so pretty it almost becomes generic. Almost!

Whoo Nick. Pretty pretty Nick. With the gold-tipped hair, the tilt of his head, his sparkly eyes, his shiny red mouth, his delicate wrist and hand, the (apparently) five or so shirts he decided to wear.

Also, it doesn't hurt that he's on Skinner's balcony, staring sweetly at Krycek, who's writhing and swearing under his breath and shooting poisonous glares in Nick's general direction...

Um, I would not object if someone told me why there's an entire series of shots of Nick with a bra on his head.

But! In the meantime, let's all take a moment to notice how unbearably sweet looking he is. And why is that? He's like a young milkmaid, fresh in from the fields, beaming at the farmhand (who might look a teensy weensy bit like Fucking Timberlake) who just came in all sweaty from, um, building a barn or something. (so shoot me! My farm fantasies are a little vague) Nick's going to offer up fresh lemonade and watch, blushing just a little, as farmhand!Justin gulps it down.

Um, sorry about that. Wandering again. What is it with my obsession with Nick as a sweet country lass with sturdy thighs, hmmm?

A glimpse of the Nick That Might Have Been. Preppy!Nick with his rock star aspirations, going part-time to the local community college, working at Starbucks, and hitting the coffee house circuit with his band. He'll never be big time, but the chicks still dig it...

As is often the case with these picture pages, we're near the end, which is where the Rosa kink(tm) is. And these pictures have definitely hit a kink. I have no defense--I just love them.

Maybe I just never got over my love of Duran Duran. And I don't care what anyone says--the Eighties were a great time for pretty pretty men and eyeliner. Which means that the Eighties were also a great time for, well, me!

Jesus. He's, um. Guh.

That is all.

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